s9e17 - Zoe Hooper (38) dreamer

Series 9, Episode 17: Zoe Hopper (38), from Barnsbury, London

We cut to an inner-city street. We’re looking up at a seemingly endless plain, high, brick wall. No windows. No billboards. Just bricks ... And then a large black gate – two stories high, a simple sign is screwed to the wall next to the gate. It reads, “H.M. PRISON PENTONVILLE”

We look at this for a moment, then swing the camera the other way to look out at the other side of the street – and the plainest, dullest apartment block you’ll ever see. Plain brick that matches the walls of the prison opposite. Small windows spaced along the top level (the third level), lower levels virtually invisible from ground level behind more brick walls.

And then our host steps into frame outside the car and infront of the apartments ... She’s anything but plain ... Her black PVC business suit barely holds her fake boobs in place, and is only just long enough to cover her perfect little arse, as she totters to her camera mark on stacked high heel shoes – her blue-grey Weimerana dog trotting along beside her – looking up as she begins to talk direct to camera in her slightly squeaky Blackburn accent.

“Hello, and welcome to ‘The United Kingdom of Zoo’, with me, your favourite host, Renae Russell ... This week, I’ve got another girl who wants to push the boundaries of decency – and demonstrate her true character...”

We cut to the inside of one of the apartments. We’re looking out at the boring prison walls through a large window – then we spin around to see a woman sitting on a couch.

First things first - she’s a big girl ... Not obese, but big. Everything is rounded. She’s wearing a tight dress that highlights her size ... A big girl, with a big face, with a big smile, showing off big teeth. Her dark hair is cropped short and slicked back into a wet look.

We move into a close-up for her intro and note her oversized mouth, almost too big for her jaw, Mick Jagger lips. When she talks they flap around like she’s about to eat everything in the room.

She introduces herself in a loud, course, Cockney accent. “I’m Zoe Hopper ... I’m firty eight ... I’m a train driver, and I live in Barnsbury in Central London ... And we’re ‘ere today because I wanna ‘ave sex wiff a dog!” She smiles, a goofy, loose-lipped smile.

We cut to a wider angle as she tells us her story.

“I’m 6 foot 1 inch tall and I’m a 38DD, and I weigh ... Quite a bit more than most girls ... I think that intimidates men ... But the troof is that I like to be intimidated – an’ used, an’ taken advantage of ... My ultimate fantasy is to be gangraped by a bunch of escaped prisoners ... I used to fantasize about that kind of thing, then I got this flat – and I could look out the window at the prison an’ know all those desperate men are THAT close ... I dream about them breaking out, and coming here on the run to hide out ... And all of them just taking turns on me whether I like it or not...”

The look on her face suggests that she’s thinking about that right now ... She pauses, then continues. “I’d love to go over there and visit – just walk into the visitor room with all the inmates and their wives, and whip my boobs out for all the guys to look at ... Really tempt them to dive on!!” She laughs again. She’s one of those women who thinks big boobs are the secret to a man’s heart – not understanding that the shape of the rest of the body matters too...

We cut to a slightly different angle, after we’ve prompted her with a couple of questions. “Dogs turn me on because – all of the good dog fuck videoss I’ve ever seen, the dog just took control an’ did whatever he wanted ... An’ it’s fast an’ dirty ... An’ I just find that really fuckin’ exciting...”

Another thought, “I like to think of all of them over there, watching UK of Zoo, an’ knowing I’m just over the road, an’ wankin’ themselves off thinking about rapin’ me ... Or makin’ me fuck a dog...”

She pauses, smiling at her own thoughts ... Then she leans forward from the couch, reaching her hands out and clapping them together infront of the camera – allowing us to cut to a shot of her suddenly stripped down to her underwear...

And in bra and knickers she looks even bigger than we thought. Soft round boobs threaten to spill over the top of her bra, a spare-tyre of belly-fat forms as she sits forward, elbows on knees (knees which are wide apart, showing off plenty of white panty gusset – she’s not subtle). Like our previous guest, Zoe has a liking for tattoos and has a collection of blue/black line drawings on her arms, and left boob. Low quality and simple (not unlike the image she presents of herself).

Her expression has changed a little – somewhere in the middle of undressing it seemed to dawn on her that she was about to do something truly disgusting and disgraceful, and some tension began to build on set. We thought for a little while that she might chicken out, but that moment passed pretty quickly.

She reaches behind her back to unhook her bra and free those big soft tits, and fumbles the clasp a few times, struggling to get it off as easily as you’d expect.

“Nervous?” Renae checks.

Zoe twists her face up, considering her answer, then frees the bra and lets it drop away, her big tits dropping and swinging a little as she responds. “Not nervous ... A bit scared, to be honest ... I’ve always had this thing about not bein’ in control ... But this is for real ... Reality, not fantasy ... An’ ‘e’s a big boy – an’ ... Yeah, I’m a little bit worried about it now.” But she’s still able to force a nervous smile.

“But you want to go ahead?” Confirms Renae.

Zoe nods her head, not managing to speak as she swallows nervously.

We cut to Renae, who looks into the camera with that deep dimpled smile, leaning forward to show off her near perfect cleavage as she completes her show intro, “Alright then ... My guest is ready, sort of, and so is my dog, I think – so all that’s left is for us to sit back, and watch these two dirty fuckers do some dirty fucking!”

Back to Zoe as she stands up, her big soft tits swinging as she moves. She slips her white panties off, revealing a neatly trimmed, but still quite hairy pussy, and then drops down onto her knees...

Back to a close-up of Renae’s hands unhooking Logan’s collar, freeing the beast to make his move on Zoe...

We cut back to our guest - kneeling on the floor with her knees spread a little over a foot apart – her hands held infront of her pussy defensively as she follows the dog around the room with her eyes, turning her head and her whole upper body, twisting and turning as he circles.

He’s not sure what she is – taller and chunkier than he’s used to ... Not as feminine, but definitely a bitch to be fucked ... He approaches cautiously and around to sniff at her behind. She freezes almost completely still, hands infront of her pussy – tensing up but not fighting him off.

He moves around from behind to infront, sniffing up between her thighs, forcing his head under her hands. She doesn’t struggle – simply lifting her hands out of the way of his snout, bringing them up to her belly, then as he begins to lick at her pussy, bringing them up further to cup and support her big, tattooed tits.

He’s licking at her pussy, his tongue working the folds of her lips as well as the chunkiness of her thighs.

“OOOhhhhhhh God...” She sighs, letting some of her fear go.

He moves a little closer, angling his head up, licking and nibbling at her pussy, making her jump back a little as his teeth nip her pussy ... And when she jumps back, he jumps back – and barks/yelps.

She looks a little shocked, but if anything more turned on than before – and amused too...

Then she sets herself again and opens her thighs a little, angling her crotch toward him, patting it, and evidently hoping he’ll continue licking.

He does ... Nervously approaching and raising his snout toward her pussy – this time she greets him with a soft hand on his head – guiding him back between her meaty thighs. He nuzzles his snout right back up there – tongue working to explore her nether regions. Licking her big pussy lips, soaking her clit with warm doggy saliva.

Zoe shivers and sighs again, “Mmmmmmmmm”, then notes the camera pointing at her face and flashing us that wide, big-toothed smile, a caught-in-the-act-smile.

She stays there, kneeling with knees spread wide, dog licking at her cunt – as she shakes a little. At first this shaking is a result of the strain of maintaining this position, rather than the pleasure from the dog’s licking, but as we continue the licking takes over as the main cause of leg-wobble!

She scoops up her big boobs in her hands, fingers pinching her nipples and pulling at them as the dog’s tongue feels better and better to her. Until she suddenly lets out a guttural moan, her knees give way and she flops back on the floor with her legs wide.

As she falls, Logan once again scampers away – only to return and start licking at her spread pussy lips again. She begins to roll and undulate her wide hips, soft belly and big boobs – writhing as he licks her toward an intense orgasm. “OOhhhhh ffuccckkkk fuck fffuuuccckkkk fuk fuk fuk...” She gasps, “Yes ... Rape me with your tongue!!” This is not rape, of course, but if saying it works for this fat female, who are we to correct her?

And it obviously does work for her – because almost as soon as she calls it out, she begins to cum hard ... Big legs spreading even wider, chunky thighs flapping. Soft belly shaking, big boobs jiggling down toward her armpits ... Head back...

Having got her to a very happy state, Logan instinctively leaves her pussy alone and moves forward, feet treading around her but toenails catching her sides. She’s oblivious to the pain due to her intense pleasure, but when she opens her eyes after the pleasure has washed over her, she finds herself looking up at the dog, now standing astride her – his chest above her big fat tits.

She’s already stopped shivering and flapping around and looks up at this hairy beast standing over her. “Hi...” She says quietly through a wide toothy smile.

Pushing her arms together she makes her big tits sit up a little prouder, and they press up to the rough hair of his chest, then she rocks a little from side-to-side, brushing the nipples against him. She sighs a little and smiles again, appearing a lot more relaxed than she was earlier.